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an independent, private, low-activity rp blog for the doctor from BBC's doctor who. written by aaron.
rules / regenerations /
AFFILIATED WITH: @carbondated @stormlit @driftvoid @unitlead @whatspoilers
Third Doctor Era: Vehicles
i've been thinking about how m.offat brought gallifrey back in the 50th anniversary and i know this will be a controversial take but i think i want to make gallifrey still being around (and the time lords being alive) my official canon.
tbc, i like nine's arc in series 1 as much as anyone (great stuff) but as somebody who loves classic who i think having the time lords around & kicking offers a lot more interesting stories than them being dead does tbh, especially considering they'd already done the angsty sole-survivor thing for almost a decade.
i've always preferred the time lords to be this living counter to the doctor, a reminder of why he's an outsider, why they've never truly fit in. as opposed to nu who's sanitisation of them as this wonderful society that so often gets referenced.
(fair play to the m.offat years, he does present time lord society as a bit more reprehensible but still not to the levels of like deadly assassin or trial of a time lord)
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" alone, hm. " perhaps it's what you deserve, the melancholic thought crosses his mind and is quickly discarded. or, at least, he attempts to discard it. how many times was he told that he was going too far? too far in his manipulations, too far in his grand game. only fitting that it's finally driven away everyone. better this way, perhaps.
his thoughts of doom and gloom are interrupted, however, by an indescribable, even for him, flash of bright light. one that materialises an oddly familiar visitor. he just barely lifts his head, eyes lock with the person that the light left in its place. " hmm. i do know you, don't i? yes, maybe the face is a bit more creased… a few more wrinkles, certainly. still, strangely familiar… "
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he thinks his hair is singed. his supposedly fireproof jacket is half-gone, an entire sleeve missing, god knows what happened to his helmet, and he's just watched something breathe fire and incinerate his colleague (or, at least, some kind of heat-induced hallucination that looked that way), and yet somehow it's the smell of burning hair that fionn finds himself stuck on, as a stranger pulls him into a blessedly fire-free room and talks.
he misses some of it; there are a lot of words, and fionn doesn't think his brain is working properly, at this very moment. the doctor barely even registers as an abnormal name, frankly. the guy may have just saved fionn's life; he doesn't think he's in any position to judge, right now. he gets a little more stuck on aliens and humanoids and your world, but his mind is a little staticky. give him a couple of minutes to process, and he's sure he'll have questions. many questions.
❝ that door's wood, it won't withstand the heat, ❞ he says, though he has to admit, standing in the doorway still, there's not as much radiating through as he'd expect. he touches a cautious hand to it, gloves also lost to the chaos, and frowns, finally turning around. and...huh. this room does not gel with what was outside the door. he wipes his forehead, and notices that his sleeve is gone. shit. ❝ okay. thank you. um, we need to find another exit. where are we? ❞
" oh, not to worry! it'll hold. just looks like wood, made of sturdier stuff. " he breathes a quick sigh of relief, he seems to be following along. never know what the response will be when you're fed information. especially the kind that he tends to give people. he has no idea what this man has been through, frankly, he just knew that he didn't want to see him become a casualty to the latest takeover attempt. pyroviles... they must be desperate to try and conquer earth like this, it's not exactly their climate. especially britain! couldn't ask for a more inhospitable environment for magma.
" oh, quite right. that requires a bit of explaining, doesn't it? well, " he clears his throat, " welcome to the TARDIS, that's time and relative dimension in space. " he chuckles a bit, that doesn't really explain much does it? shakes his head, continues on. " it is, among other things, a timeship, a spacecraft and my home. you'll be safe in here, trust me, nothing can get through those doors. not even fire-breathing rock monsters, try as they might. hopefully they tire themselves out. "
he rushes over to him, " i'm sorry to ask this but i'll need your help. those things out there... well, i don't need to tell you that they're dangerous, you've probably seen that. we can deal with them, you seem like a resourceful sort, am i right? "
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y'know, a lot of the time it's like you batguys want me to hold on to the past because you can't get over it. understand - i have. i have a new life now. one i like. one that fulfils me. it's not the same one i had before but it's good. maybe even better.
listened to a doctor who audio today so i'm gonna be doin some more writing soon :3
need to get people to start writing dr who characters again
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his arm shoots out of the blue doors, grabs hold of an arm and tugs as hard as he can. " close the doors, close the doors! " he shouts to himself, letting go and slamming his hand down on the console to shut the doors. deadlocked. " take a seat, please! oh, i haven't got any. i really need to get that sorted one of these days… " brow furrows quickly, he's got to explain himself and quickly.
" couple of things that are probably whirling through that wonderful human head of yours. first, i am called the doctor! doctor who? just the doctor. see, i did that bit myself, i'm very practiced. " small breath, rapid-fire talking continues. " second, that fire you're, well, fighting i'm guessing? not normal fire, alien fire. an ancient race of magma-based humanoids called pyroviles, they're looking to get a foothold on your world. sorry about grabbing you, i would've asked but i don't think you'd like to meet one of those fellows face-to-face, they're very hot tempered. "
ok awesome (i'll be here soon to write stuff, buddies, i've missed da doctor who)
You're sending out some very mixed messages here. Doctor Who || The Zygon Inversion
ok awesome im on here
hey buddies, im gonna try and do stuff on here as well. like for a starter :3 reply for a doctor if you want a specific incarnation